AN: Heyyy everyone. So, this is the sequel to 'My Troubled Past' which was origanally 'Welcome To North Beach Academy' but I had to change the title due to some problems. :) I like the title I have now much more actually, so it's all good. :)

Anyways, I hope this story is as successful as the first book. :) I would personally love you all for reviewing each chapter. ;)

So, here's the description:

"It's too late, Edward," were her last words when Bella left North Beach Academy. She went home to live with her father for only a short month, not surprised that he returned to his bad habit of hitting her when something went wrong. Instead of hiding from him and attempting to deal with it, she ran off on her own with little money to New York, as far from her father but still in the United States as she could go. She now works in a coffee shop and as a soon to be famous designer Garret's assistant. SHe pretty much hates her job, but she's still gettin' back up on her feet. She's pretty alone with no one to love her, and no friends either. One day, her boss announces their departure to Seattle, Washington, or else she loses the only high paying job she has.

Bella decides that even though she'll be living only a few miles from Edward and the others, she has to go. It doesn't take long for fate and destiny to hit her hard and she finds herself hiding behind a rack of clothes when she finds Alice and Rosalie shopping. Bella spends too long running from her future which she thinks is her past, and just as she's about to meet them again, something beyond tragic happens. Bella is sent into acoma, will she pull through? Or will the story end as a Happily Never after?

So, here it is. I hope this is a big shocker to you, cause I just barely came up with it yesterday. There will be many twists, many tears, many laughs, and so much love you'll start crying again and again.

OKay, I'll let you read on now. This chapter had to go fast, sorry. I promise to try and make the next chapters much better....

I smiled at the dark haired man as I handed him his coffee, he smiled sheepishly and left with a thank you. I turned and faced away from the customers seated around the café, and sighed. I closed my eyes and groaned, my head falling back.

Bella, that's my name. I just finished school at North Beach Academy in California. It was the worst and best half of a year I had ever experienced, which sounds totally impossible. I met my two best friends there, two girls who loved to shop and anything fashion wise. Now, if you know me, you'd be thinking, "Say what? Bella, you hate everything to do with fashion and such!" but a girl can change a lot in three years. I am much prettier now, the sun light of Phoenix had brightened my hair a bit more and I wore makeup more often now. I had a low self esteem, I had to say, and I didn't see it getting any worse.

I also met a guy at North Beach. I fell head over heels for him, but of course it was a college crush, nothing big. I was doing much better now, I worked at the local café every weekend, and I had a good career going in the fashion scene. I was a little more edgy now though; I had a lot of trouble opening up to people. I was a little more than crushed when I left North Beach, but after about a year, I decided I needed to get back out there in life. Move on, which was very difficult.

I had my own apartment now, thankfully. My father, he had just gotten back into drinking once my mother died. He and I, we don't get along at all. He always thought he had to intimidate me. Scare me out of my mind; he had started hitting me again. Once I was back to Phoenix and staying with him, only because I didn't have my own place at the time, he had started up again. I had gotten so sick of it; I ran off to New York and got myself a place to live. It took forever to get up right on my feet; I thought I would end up at the homeless shelter. But after I let go of my troubled past and moved on, I stood up when it seemed like everything was crashing down.

My life, it was hard. I never spoke to my father after what happened since he had promised me when I was only a small child that he would never hurt me again. What a lie that was. I hadn't talked to any of my college friends since the day we left college. I was very alone, but after three years of it, I got used to it. I didn't have to experience the memories over and over in my head every day. I moved on.

Now, I was in New York, still, and living a perfectly happy life, even if I was alone. I slipped off my apron and tucked it in the basket they went in. I waved to my boss as I grabbed my purse, running out to my car and starting it, pulling out and heading off to my apartment so I could change. One of the things I hated about New York, is the traffic is horrible. I didn't even understand why I drove everywhere; it would be faster to walk.

I ran into the apartment building and over to the elevator. I changed quickly into some nicer clothes. I brushed my teeth, my hair, and spiced up my makeup a little. After a good ten minutes I locked my apartment and headed back out to my car, thankful I wasn't going to be late today. I drove only because I as in high heels.

I pulled up to the fashion designer building. After three long years in the business, I was an almost famous designer's assistant. His name was Garret Longing, and you would immediately jump to the conclusion that he was gay, since he was a fashion designer, but he was actually a bit of a ladies man.

I had no interest in him what so ever, but he enjoyed the challenge. I didn't care; I just liked my pay check.

I walked in just as Victoria, one of the other girls I worked with, was handing the lady at the front desk some papers. She turned and glared at me, we weren't the best of friends. Her bright red hair was unbelievably curly, and frizzy. Her brown eyes were filled with hate as I walked over to the elevator just as she did, pretending not to notice her. She sighed dramatically, and I rolled my eyes. I pressed the button of the floor I was going to, floor eleven, and stepped back against the wall. I ran my hand through my hair. She was standing next to me, only a foot or so apart.

"Swan," she hissed. I didn't even look at her. I rolled my eyes as we arrived to my floor, and walked out without looking back. She scuffed, clearing annoyed of me. I didn't even do anything and it got her irritated.

I walked into the main office and saw Garret leaning against his desk, flirting with one of the new girls. I rolled my eyes as she giggled, obviously loving it. I sighed and walked into my office. I set my purse on the far desk by the giant window that was an entire wall. That's one reason I loved my office. One entire wall was a window. It was nice. I set my IPod on its music stereo and turned it on shuffle. I went and sat down at my chair, glancing over my desk. It was pretty clean right now, which it usually wasn't. I glanced over the pictures I had framed. One of me and a girl with spiky black hair, one of me and a beautiful blonde, and me with both of them, another one was of a man with auburn hair and bright green eyes, a lake and sunset behind him-all were mere memories of my past. I tried not to think of their names anymore.

There was one other picture, the one that still to this day, tore me apart. It was a picture of me with the two girls and there boyfriends, but the auburn haired boy was in the background with his girlfriend. I sighed again, and jumped as the new girl entered the room with a handful of papers. She smiled sheepishly, her name tag read Angela. I smiled in return. She set the papers in front of me on the desk and quickly turned, retreating from the room. I started in on my work, knowing I only had a few hours to get a lot finished.

The few hours I had went by slowly, and I found myself wanting to go home much worse than usual. When it came to the time where I only had thirty minutes left, my phone went off. I picked it up, not expecting to say hello to Garret.

"Can you, come to my office?" he asked pleasantly. I sighed but agreed. I hung up and unwillingly went into his office, he was lounging in his chair calmly, a grin on his face. Here we go with the challenge thing again. "Please, sit, Bella," he said. I smiled unwillingly and sat down, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"As you know, I have a new design line coming out soon," he said. I nodded. "Well, I decided that with new design, new location. I'm heading out to the west, always wanted to go there," I smiled, does this mean I don't have to deal with a flirty boss and his little play toys? My grin grew larger in the possibility.

"So, I was thinking Washington, you now, maybe Seattle or something? What do you think?" I nodded frantically, smiling even bigger. "That's a great idea of course," I said a little too anxiously. He looked at me now, leaning forward.

"Of course, that would mean you'd have to come with me, or lose your job," he smiled devious. My grin melted away like butter on the Arizona side walk in the middle of summer. I stared at him in disbelief. "Um, when are you planning on, moving?" I asked him, buying time to wipe the utter shock from my face. "One week," he said. It echoed in my mind. One week, one week, one week, one week, till your life is ruined. I nodded, and bit my lip, faking a smile.

"Okay, I'll start packing," I said with a slight forced laugh. He smiled to himself. "Okey-dokey," he chuckled to himself. I stood up and walked back into my office. I walked over to my desk and sat down. I looked at the pictures of my past, sighing. "Past here I come," I said before slamming my forehead on the desk.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. I packed all my things, and let the lady who owned the apartments know what was going on. Garret was very satisfied with his decision; apparently he was dragging along three other girls I hadn't met. They didn't seem too happy about it either.

I tried to keep certain thoughts out of my head, because then they almost never left. I tried really hard not to think about how I was moving to a city only miles from a small town called Forks, where my 'past' was living. I tried not to think about the fact that I would be only miles from my college crush. I tried, but did it work? Nope. I now stood in line to get on the plane that would be taking me to Denver, Colorado. From there I would have to take another flight to Seattle, Washington. With my cursed luck Garret will decide that he wanted to live in a small town like Forks and make us move there too.

The flight was long and boring, but I was lucky enough to have gotten a seat by myself so I didn't have some nosy stranger asking me about myself and all that. I stared out the window as the buildings of New York waved goodbye. I fell asleep for most of the flight, but woke up an hour too soon and had to wait in complete boredom.

Finally, we landed and I met up with Garret and the other girls. Two of them were practically crawling up his leg, the other was on the phone other wise she would have been doing the same thing. I rolled my eyes and followed aimlessly with them to a taxi cab. I sat in the front, not wanting to sit with the other girls as the giggled and flirted with Garret. I take back what I said before, now they seemed thrilled to be living with him till we got our own places. I sighed as we drove through the city. It was raining, of course. I remembered one of my best friends from college saying how it never stopped raining in Forks. She said that she liked the rain though. I liked the rain also; I liked the smell of it. Snow on the other hand, I hated snow.

Eventually we pulled up to a giant apartment building; you could tell it was one of the best. More like a Hilton hotel than an apartment complex. We climbed out as Garret rambled on about his trip to Africa. He claimed he saved a sick child from being stepping on by an elephant. What a lie that had to be. We walked into the apartment complex and I continued to stay silent as I gazed around. There were some pretty rich people here, which made me wonder why they didn't just but themselves a big house of some sort. I sighed as we went up to one of the top floors.

I as glad when I could actually unpack, take a shower, change into pajamas, and go to bed. I was super tired from the trip.

The next day was more pleasant. By time I had gotten up there was a note on the floor that Garret had slid through the door explaining that he and the girls were going shopping and then to the office to start setting up everything. I lounged around my small one bedroom, one bath, and one living room apartment. I unpacked a bit more, since I assumed I'd be living here a good month or so before I could get my own place. I hooked up my laptop and let it charge. I hung up my clothes. Put my own blankets on the king size bed, I liked it a lot. I set out some of my kitchen things, since there was a small kitchen. I didn't have much, since I didn't actually ever own house. I never thought about it, in New York.

Around lunch time I decided I wanted to go explore, even though I was very cautious of my surroundings. I wore a casual v-neck long sleeves and jeans, my flats were just plain black. I decided to walk, since I didn't really have my car here right now. After all, this was only a temporary thing, right? I walked out into the cold air, shivering a little. It was damp out, the sidewalks had small puddles of rain here and there, and cars splashed water a few times. Luckily, I was never hit. I walked down the street, and turned onto another shortly. It was a much busier street, more shopping type of stores. I smiled; I think I had some money. I walked up to one of the somewhat expensive stores and gazed at the cute outfits on the manikins in the window. I sighed; I couldn't afford that store though.

I kept walking until I noticed a nice store with a 80% off everything sale. I didn't hesitate to go inside. The smell of peaches and cream hit me, and I realized it was also a lotion store. I walked past a few people and over to the woman's section of the store, since they had men's also. I glanced through the clothes, when I suddenly froze in place. I stopped breathing, and a chill ran down my spine. My stomach sunk dramatically, as if I was falling. Even my eyes were like a stone statue.

"Alice, that's such a cute outfit!" Rosalie coplimented her.

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